Douluo Continent: Transmigrating into Qian Xunji, Tang San is Tang San's Daughter

"Sect Master, a distinguished guest has arrived late at night."

He said...he can solve your immediate problem.

Ning Zhen and Ning Fengzhi exchanged a glance, both looking wary.

Who is it at this time?

"Please come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and a figure completely shrouded in a large black cloak slipped inside.

As the hood of the cloak was slowly removed, a face exuding a deep, regal air was revealed.

"Sect Leader Ning, I apologize for disturbing you so late at night."

Upon seeing the person's face, Ning Zhen was startled and immediately stood up, quickly stepping forward, his tone filled with disbelief:

"A snowy night... Your Majesty? Why have you come in person?"

Indeed, the person who arrived was none other than Xue Ye, the current emperor of the Tiandou Empire.

At this time, Xue Ye was in his prime, full of vigor and ambition.

However, the "Swan" martial soul inherited by the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family was really useless. In terms of high-end combat power, it was always suppressed by the Star Luo Empire. It was only by relying on the support of major sects such as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School that it was able to maintain a balance.

Emperor Xueye smiled slightly, casually pulled up a chair and sat down, looking intently at Ning Zhen:

"Sect Leader Ning, let's not beat around the bush."

I know perfectly well what your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is worried about tonight.

Since Qian Xunji, with his white hair, has made such a big fuss, tomorrow's bidding will definitely be a bottomless pit.

"With the resources of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School alone, it's going to be difficult to snatch that piece of fat meat from the mouths of these hungry wolves."

Ning Zhen gave a wry smile and didn't hide anything:

"Your Majesty is wise. We are indeed struggling to raise funds."

"Did Your Majesty come here tonight to see me make a fool of myself?"

"Sect Leader Ning, you are mistaken. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is the mainstay of our Heavenly Dou Empire. We share its glory and its loss."

Emperor Xueye's smile vanished, and his expression became extremely serious.

He took out a purple-gold storage ring engraved with a swan spreading its wings from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"Inside here is the Heavenly Dou Empire's most treasured national treasure: the Vast Ocean Universe Cover, plus two pieces of ten-thousand-year-old soul bones treasured by the royal family, and the century-long mining rights to five rich mines outside Heavenly Dou City."

The Snow Night Emperor's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in the room.

Ning Zhen and his son Ning Fengzhi looked at the small ring on the table, and their breathing instantly became heavy.

This isn't just a timely help; it's like they've brought a mountain of gold! With all this stuff, even if Yu Yuanzhen pawns his underwear tomorrow, he still won't be able to beat them.

"Your Majesty... what is this...?"

Ning Zhen forcibly suppressed the elation in his heart. His experience told him that there is no such thing as a free lunch; even if there were, it would be a worthless pie.

"I told you, I'm here to help you."

Emperor Xueye pointed to the ring.

"With the support of the Heaven Dou Empire as our backing, tomorrow's genius with twin martial souls will undoubtedly belong to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

The Star Luo Empire thinks it can turn the tide with this? Dream on!

As for the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, they are a bunch of brutes who only know how to build muscle but not brains, and they don't deserve such an opportunity.

"but--"

Emperor Xueye abruptly changed the subject, his sharp eyes fixed intently on Ning Zhen.

"I can use the full power of the empire to help you take this child, but I have conditions."

Ning Zhen took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"My request is simple: that genius with twin martial souls can belong to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and you can devote all your resources to nurturing him."

Emperor Xueye spoke slowly and deliberately.

"But in exchange, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School must cultivate a prodigy with exceptional talent for my Heavenly Dou Royal Family within the next thirty years."

Furthermore, this promising talent must completely sever all ties with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and pledge utmost and unwavering loyalty to the royal family, becoming a pillar of our Heavenly Dou Empire.

The heart of an emperor is as deep as the sea, and he knew all too well the weakness of the Heaven Dou royal family—the lack of a top-tier Title Douluo to oversee them.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is close to the royal family, it is ultimately an independent sect, obeying orders but not summons.

If we can seize this opportunity to use resources to coerce the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into willingly cultivating an absolutely loyal "sharp blade" for the royal family,

That would be a worthwhile and necessary deal.

Ning Zhen fell silent.

This condition, seemingly fair, is actually insidious.

Nurturing a top genius requires a tremendous amount of resources and effort. After all that hard work to raise them to be fully developed, only to have them handed over to the royal family as lackeys in the end would break anyone's heart.

"What? Sect Leader Ning thinks this deal isn't worthwhile?"

Emperor Xueye tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"You need to think this through. If you can't get those twin martial souls by tomorrow, and the Star Luo Empire, the Clear Sky Sect, or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect succeeds,..."

"In a few decades, they will have another high-ranking Title Douluo, and their martial soul will continue to be passed down. At that time, the Heaven Dou Empire will be in trouble. Do you think your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be safe?"

Coercion, bribery, and a combination of soft and hard tactics

Xueye perfectly understood the art of imperial strategy.

Ning Fengzhi, standing to the side, watched his father's trembling back, his palms sweating.

After a long while, Ning Zhen's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He looked up, a signature smile typical of businessmen appearing on his face:

Your Majesty is too kind.

Sharing the burdens of the empire is simply the duty of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"I... agree to this condition..."

"Excellent! Sect Leader Ning is indeed a wise and shrewd person who knows when to seize the opportunity!"

Emperor Xueye was overjoyed. "Words are meaningless. Since that's the case, let's put it in writing and swear an oath with our martial spirits."

Under the watchful gaze of the Snow Night Emperor, Ning Zhen bit his fingertip without hesitation, pressed his blood seal onto a pre-prepared contract, summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, and solemnly swore an oath.

After confirming the contract was in effect, Emperor Xueye contentedly put his cloak back on.

"Sect Leader Ning, I wish us a great victory tomorrow... I won't stay any longer."

"Best farewell to Your Majesty."

Only when the aura of the Snow Night Emperor completely disappeared into the night did Ning Zhen slowly straighten up. The respect and obedience on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a mad and ambitious sneer.

"Father, are you really planning to give away the geniuses that the sect has painstakingly nurtured to the royal family for nothing?" Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, his face full of confusion. This was not his father's usual way of doing things, which was not to make a loss.

"Give it away? Heh..."

Ning Zhen grabbed the purple-gold ring from the table, weighed it in his hand, and a glint of malice flashed in his eyes.

"Fengzhi, you are still too young."

You think Xueye was plotting against me? He was simply blinded by immediate gains.

Ning Zhen walked to the window, looking down at Wuhun City shrouded in night. His voice was extremely low, yet it carried an irrepressible fervor.